Mack H.D - The Art (feat. Otis Ubaka & Cloetree)

Good evening ladies and gentleman
Welcome
Welcome to my safe space

Where the only judge is creator and
Admission don't cost a thing
But an ear-load of silence
And your attention
So pay attention
Art is not just an idea but a form
I wear it proudly when I form into butterfly
Sting the room I'm a bee
It's evident in the forecast
The sunshine you see in your sleep
Don't sleep on me like they slept on our people

They killing us slowly in our sleep
No justice no peace if I'm up to speak
Then The truth must be on me like an American ID
If I declare war the thumbprint is deep
We don't care whose up next to speak
We care about the message
We want to see the art
But they want to see you dance
As if the art ain't enough

I'm dancing like I'm strutting my stuff
I'm such a boss so every time
I look up its an upgraded toss
I pray to God my soul to keep
My world endangered but it sweet
I been attacked I felt it deep
But that is danger for a sheep
See ordinary barely in my blood
And that lonely you been sipping
Barely held me down or up
Every sip just got me lifted
Like much needed drug
And every word I speak is potent
And it's dripping red blood ooh ooh
I been painting pics since I was a teen
Couldn't even call it quits if quits called me
It's a typical ring and I ain't pick
Leave it on the floor if I need it imma pick up
I know you want this loving that I pour out in my hiccup

Playing piano with a pen that got my finger making s*** up
But it's fact not fiction baby just listen
I know you like my diction
Make you want to dip in and have a listen
To the Cloetree while she over here sipping sipping
I been dancing like summer been here
Ready to put on for my Zoes and all the ones that I hold dear
I been a queen since a kid
See that's the life that I live
You see the life that I want
Ain't gotta put up a front for these haters
All that s*** is outdated
I'm a smooth operator
Tryna be the one who make it
See the facts never fiction
Baby needs to listen
I know you wish it different
Make you want some distance
But have a listen

Yeah
If I need it imma pick it up
I know you want this loving
That I pour all in my hiccup
See the facts ain't fiction
I swear on my pimping
The dance is irrelevant
When you the one God picking

I swear on my pompom
The dance is irrelevant
When you the one god picking
Uh

Cloetree on the mic she
Sound so
Nice

Written by:
Claudie Joassaint

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